Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 173: A Psychopath in Heat

Her violet eyes burned with such intense hatred that it drew a smile from Sylvaris, making the heat in his crotch flare even stronger.

"Do what you want to my body, but my soul shall never be yours..." She turned her face to the side, cursing him in a language he could not understand. The amusement on his face faded slightly; this scoundrel had always enjoyed it when women fought back a little or showed at least a trace of lust toward him, but this succubus showed neither.

"Do I look like I rape women for fun to you?" He pressed his blade harder against her neck, drawing a thin line of crimson blood.

I cannot help but comment on that ridiculous remark from this fool... Dear readers, has he not been forcing himself on every woman he has seen so far? Calling it mind control or lust. Tsk... No shame at all. No wonder... I worry he may never find true love at this rate, but perhaps I’ll still get to see some character development here?

Heh... I wish. Anyway, back to the story. I have a feeling the author will yell at me again after this.

Her violet eyes scanned his face, and her cheeks flushed red. "Look where your leg is... and your hand, you pervert..."

Sylvaris nearly felt his heart leap out of his chest at how cute she looked right now. Wait... wait a second! Since when is a succubus this shy? That is not what I see in fantasy porn. This is... I hit a fucking jackpot!

He licked his lips at the thought, smiling like a creep.

"I should just do as I please with you. I have won, and I do not take no for an answer. I will make you my slave, but I will not claim you just yet, you see, beautiful..." He leaned in closer, his chest pressing against hers.

"I do not want to force your submission. I want you to willingly suck me dry, like the good little succubus you are..." His hot breath brushed against her ear, making her body tense as a jolt of lightning shot through her spine.

Terror and arousal painted her face. What the hell? What does this man do to me? What kind of art is this that it even rivals my own? She screamed in her mind. She could feel herself slowly growing wet between her legs, as if being pinned down awakened some hidden desire she was not even aware of.

"Nngh~" A faint moan slipped past her lips, forcing her to cover her mouth with her hand.

"Oh? Do you actually like this?"

A sudden message forced itself into Sylvaris’ mind.

[Arousal detected: 40%]

[Love Meter: 3%]

[Bond Level: 1%]

Only three percent... normal for someone like her. I can’t be careless. Can I really make her fall in love with me through just sex? I don’t want to lose my powers to women who don’t love me. I need to think this through... but—

He could smell her arousal. Her scent had turned sweet and thick, almost intoxicating, like a blooming rose.

The cold ground no longer seemed to bother them.

"What is your name?" he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against it with a soft "mh...", his warm breath following—"haah...".

Her breath hitched instantly.

"Ah—no... not there... Nn..." Her voice broke into uneven gasps, her shoulders tensing as a faint shiver ran down her spine. Her hips shifted again—this time without her realizing it—pressing lightly against Sylvaris’s knee. Even through her thin, worn robes, he could feel her warmth.

Found her weakness.

A faint, arrogant smile tugged at his lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

"Ahm..."

He paused for just a brief second, long enough to make her think it was over. Then Sylvaris went for the kill, biting gently at her ear.

"Ahh—nooo~!" Her body jerked, her voice breaking apart into a trembling cry.

A violet flash burst from her eyes, making Sylvaris’s head spin rapidly.

He felt himself being pinned down by something, his wrists heavy and restrained. When his eyes finally snapped open, he found himself in a dark room.

Above him rose an elegant canopy bed, its dark frame veiled in shimmering violet silk that caught the dim light like enchanted mist.

The bed beneath him was far too soft for anything mortal, plush and warm enough to make a man forget caution, reason, and perhaps even his own name. He tried to pull at the restraints, but nothing budged.

All he could do now was wait for the silhouette on the other side to make its move.

Is this the famous succubus dream chamber?! He wants to scream it out loud, but keeps it to himself, his golden eyes shining brighter than the sun right now.

He wore no clothes; his massive cock rested on his thigh, waiting for whatever came next. Sylvaris knew he could not lie to himself. He enjoyed this to the fullest, even more than pinning her down before. After all, it was his childhood dream, no matter how fucked up that sounded.

"You filthy human... a scourge carrying both holy and demonic energy... now you are finally mine. You fell right into my trap~" a sultry voice spoke from the other side of the violet curtain.

Her frame danced behind it like that of a strip dancer, her hips swaying with slow, seductive intent, stirring the fire in Sylvaris’s heart. The silhouette of her tail was the most eye-catching part of all, making him gulp.

She does not know I have a skill that lets me take over this whole illusion... good. I play along for now. I want to see her face when I pin her beneath me soon. Oh... I’ll make you beg for my cock, my cute little succubus.

The curtain suddenly fell, revealing the succubus’s naked frame. A whip rested in her hands, while her tail gently brushed along Sylvaris’s legs before sliding higher toward his crotch.

"Now it is my turn to make you beg to become my slave~ I’ll make sure to drain you dry until you die. All that powerful energy... ahh~~!"

She licked her finger with deliberate slowness, making Sylvaris gulp, his heart pounding like a steam engine. The look in her eyes was wild, almost unhinged, like a psychopath in heat.

And he fucking loved it.